Chapter Ninety-Two -Whose the boss around here?

Maxwell’s face twisted into a mix of confusion and anger. “My boss? What the hell are you talking about?”

“You heard me. Your boss, do you think he’d like what you’re doing?” Jason repeated.

"Oh, Jason, what are you doing?” Christopher whispered, bowing his head low.

“I realise that you’re not familiar with this area, so I’ll give you grace and clarify something for you,” Maxwell said. He walked closer to the gate that separated him from the crowd and addressed them, “Does Maxwell have a boss?”

The people seemed too scared to even respond to him, unsure if his question was rhetorical or not.

“Are you people deaf? I asked you a damn question.” He glared at them. “Am I or am I, not the boss around here?”

“You are the boss." The crowd chimed in unison, their tones laced with fear.

A dark smirk coloured Maxwell’s features as he heard their voices. He walked back to Jason and folded his arms. “So you see, I'm the boss around here. No more questions; do what I say or your heads will be smas